I ARE SPARTAAAAAAAN

This is another moment when I wonder how different I am to the other chicks out there. I went to watch 300 last night.. and I enjoyed it immensely. Sure, 300 half naked, incredibly buff guys with rippling six-packs was great eye and mind candy, but the story line was a bit more than half decent and the action sequences were Matrix-like stimulating. Reference shot to where the head Spartan Leonides does a turn-around, touch-the-ground, kill-a-baddie, take-a-step kind of fight routine..

I don’t really know what to make of the violin playing goat, or the great bumbling pachyderms that fall off the cliff (were they pushed?) into the water with very little splash, or the gay king who holds court with nubile lesbians.. but who cares.. if 300 men can run around in their undies, who am I to stop a goat from doing his thing?

The girl behind us provided a lot of entertainment too.. cue Leonides fighting with drooling giant ogre, ogre gets sword in his arm, spear in his eye, still fighting (“come on and die already!”), ogre’s head gets chopped off (“eeeuuggghhhhhhhhh”). Another shot of billions and billions of blue blistering arrows flying towards Leonides (“all that for one guy?”)


Anyways, I have a new fav comic strip.. it does not in anyway replace the misadventures of Calvin and Hobbes, but Buckles’s innocent exploration of the world around him is incredibly amusing and loveable.

Crouching Cat, Hidden Tortoise

I was driving back home after work the other day on an unusual high, in one of those silly moods that stood to send me to a loony bin soon. Singing along to Seal and Matchbox 20, I spotted a Ford Ka zooming up in my rear view mirror. So in honour of that dinky car my mouth opened to produce a loud nasal ‘kaa’. Like those Indian crows on a mission to get the last banana. I was on such a zing from the first ‘kaa’, so I tried it again. And again, louder, from the throat, prolonging the vowels, trying out different inflections. Enjoying the raucous sound that over-rode Rob Thomas I failed to notice the avid interest from the car next to me – the driver leaning over the steering wheel looking at me in half amazement, half concern, and the passenger staring at me incredulously as if to confirm if such a sweet face could possible hide a lunatic mind. But you know that burning feeling that pierces your senses when someone is staring at you? Yeah, that was my revelation to my audience and their wide open mouths.

I really don’t know why I kaa-ed. I don’t know why the sound of the kaa was so appealing. But I do know the inspiration for the kaaing is from the Ford Ka’s shape – imagine a cat on the verge of an attack, with its back arched, fur raised and tail sticking high up in the air. Now imagine a tortoise does that (impossible though it may seem). Now add growing potion to tortoise, replace legs with wheels and put gigantic cat/tortoise with wheels on the road. That’s your Ford Ka.

In light of the random thoughts that float around in my head here are some more gems:

After a morning of horse riding, Julz and I were discussing the horsey structure. Julz said the horses’ legs are hollow, I replied, “so why don’t horses fly? Pegasus did.”
I guess the modern horses have evolved since Pegasus’s days.

I love InDesign and PhotoShop – they are a creative genius’s dream come true. Then I met Flash. I decided that I would shag PhotoShop, but have babies with Flash.
These are design software. Computer programs. Don’t ask.

Somehow I managed to convince The Wanj that he is a porcelain toilet. Dunno how. But I am good. Here is confirmation:
me: u still a ceramic toilet!!!!
Sanju: percelain toilet i should add!!!